Sam Wither opened his eyes and sprung up. Today Sam turned 15, the day all self-respecting trainers set of on their pokémon journey. Sam was tall for his age with long choppy hair. He had his clothes all set out for a few days now. A gray shirt with a white oval on it. Over that he had a black mareep fleece hoodie with red cargo pants.
"Come on dear, prof. Elm will be waiting" his mum called up the stairs.
"Be down in a second Mum!" Sam shouted back.
When I got down Mum already had some toast out and I wolfed it down and gave my Mum a good bye kiss. I hurried out the door and ran to the lab.
"Mornin' Professor" I called. He looked up with a frown on his face and instantly brightened when he saw me.
"Ah. Sammy. Your Mum ordered you a pokémon" he said brightly.
"Mum ordered me a pokémon? Who is it?" I asked, curiously. So interested I didn't care he called me Sammy.
"It is a male Aipom" Prof. Elm said cheerily. A purple head poked it's self up while he was talking.
"OK I'll call you Tails" Sam said. Tails seemed to like that idea.
"Yo Proffy, where is my pokémon" a familiar voice called out from behind me.
"Ah Mark… what a pleasant surprise." Replied the Professor stonily.
"I'll take Totodile? If not then I'll have Cindaquil." Mark said with a sneer sent my way.
"Of course" Answered Prof. Elm through clenched teeth.
"Okay then I'll be going" Sam said.
"Not So Fast" shouted Mark from behind Sam. "I challenge you to a pokémon battle. Totodile quickly, use bite."
"Not so fast, Tails counter with swift."
"Totodile dodge."
"Tails Brick break go, go, go."
"Toto" Screamed Totodile in pain as brick break found its mark.
"No. Totodile. I'll get you" cried Mark as he ran back to Cherygrove City.
"Well G-2-G Professor" Sam said happily.
"Good-bye Sammy" replied Prof. Elm.
I know in the anime and games it is when you turn 15 but I decided to change that here. R&R and as always stay awesome!
-Daveamon